This is how I remember it going.. very different =0)

DUNDERBECK

There was a big fat Dutchman, his name was Dunderbeck.
He was very fond of sausage meat, sauerkraut and spat.
He owned the finest butcher shop, the finest ever seen.
And he took out a patent on the sausage meat machine.

Oh Dunderbeck, Oh Dunderbeck, how could you be so mean?
To ever have invented the sausage meat machine!
Now all the rats and pussy-cats will never more be seen,
for they'll all be ground to sausage meat in Dunderbeck's machine.

One day a very little boy came walking in the store.
He ordered up some sausage meat and eggs, a half a score.
And while he was waiting he whistled up a tune,
And all the eggs and sausage meat went dancing round the room.

Oh Dunderbeck, Oh Dunderbeck, how could you be so mean?
To ever have invented the sausage meat machine!
Now all the rats and pussy-cats will never more be seen,
for they'll all be ground to sausage meat in Dunderbeck's machine.

Something was the matter, the machine it would not go.
So Dunderbeck, he crawled inside the trouble for to know.
His wife was having a nightmare, walking in her sleep.
She gave the crank an awful yank and Dunderbeck was meat!

Oh Dunderbeck, Oh Dunderbeck, how could you be so mean?
To ever have invented the sausage meat machine!
Now all the rats and pussy-cats will never more be seen,
for they'll all be ground to sausage meat in Dunderbeck's machine.